Ex-husband’s Regret

Her words almost caused me to explode with anger.

Ryan had spoiled her so much that she had no shame whatsoever.

I curved my lips into a sneer and said, "Are you a member of the Frost family? Last time I remember, your dad had to beg Grandpa to allow you to have Frost as your surname. I don't think you're accepted into the Frost family since Grandpa hasn't given the word yet. According to you, then I have more reason to say that this car belongs to me, because I am Ryan's lawfully wedded wife."

I spoke deliberately, watching her expression change bit by bit, and a sense of satisfaction surged within

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Jessica gritted her teeth. "The two of you are getting divorced soon!"

"But we're not divorced just yet, are we? As long as we're still married, I have more right to claim ownership of this car than you." I smirked.

"You have no shame!" She was furious as she glared at me fiercely. "If you're going to divorce him then do it already! Why the hell are you still married to Ryan then?"

"That's a question that you'll have to ask him"

"What do you mean?"

She seemed to have heard something unbelievable. A disdainful look appeared on her face. "Are you telling me that it's Ryan who's delaying the divorce?"

I sneered. "Why don't you ask him? Who was it that came to me drunk last night..."

Slap!

Her eyes widened and she could no longer hide her jealousy anymore. She raised her hand and slapped me in the face. I didn't expect Jessica to slap me at that moment. The force caused me to tilt my head and my face was burning.

All the employees of the Frost Group around us were shocked to see such a scene.

I lost my temper as well, so I raised my hand and was about to slap Jessica back, but a large hand grabbed hold of my wrist.

Ryan appeared with a dark face and asked in a serious voice, "Charlotte, since when did you start having a habit of slapping people?"

After hearing those words, he swung my hand to one side.

My sprained ankle hadn't fully recovered yet, so I stumbled a little and my back collided with the car. I then groaned in pain.

It was a good thing that it wasn't my belly that collided with the car!

I was taken aback and looked at Ryan in disbelief...

That was when I saw him looking worriedly at Jessica "Are you okay?"

fine It was a good thing that you got here in time" Jessica's eyes turned red and tears welled up in

them. This made her look weak and pitiful.

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After hearing those words, Ryan's voice turned cold again. "I told you not to provoke her. Don't when to listen"

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"I didn't want to provoke her. I just wanted to hitch a ride back to the residence in her car. You know I'm a new driver and can be a little scared if I drive alone."

Her tone carried a hint of defiance as if she were the rightful owner of this car.

"Why did you buy this car if you weren't going to drive it then?" Ryan said with a serious voice, but still decided to dote on her. "Get in my car."

"Okay," Jessica said in a soft voice. She then reached out and asked Ryan to give her the car keys. "I'll wait for you in the car."

When she walked past me, she looked me provokingly.

The onlookers gossiped among themselves. I could hear some of their comments clearly.

"It looks like the new director of the design department is the real Mrs. Frost."

"Yes, she even dared to slap Ms. Wilson and Mr. Frost is on her side as well."

"Isn't that obvious? Who would you protect, your wife or an outsider?"

"You have a point. I feel sorry for Ms. Wilson though. I wonder how she managed to offend Mrs. Frost...

I paid no attention to the gossip and just looked at Ryan indifferently.

Finally, he turned his head lazily to look at me. His eyes were dark and cold. "She just wanted to hitch a ride. Did you have to resort to violence?"

My heart ached. I blinked my eyes to force myself to remain calm. I walked up to him, straightened my back and showed him the side of my face that was still burning from the slap.

I didn't need a mirror to know that there was a mark on my face. If he gave me a closer look then he would realize that I was merely swapping an eye for an eye.

But he didn't. All his attention was on Jessica.

I was so disappointed that I could barely breathe. "Ryan, take a closer look. She's the one that slapped me first."

Only then did he notice the red mark on my face. He furrowed his brows and asked, "Why didn't you say something just now? Does it hurt?"

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